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I do not own FMA, nor do I wish to.
This chapter has a 'G' rating, except language.
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Al was about to lose it, every day listening to Ed panic about telling Mustang the truth was getting annoying. At first it was funny, then it wasn't funny, then it turned quickly into annoyance, and now...
"Ed! Shut up and go tell him right now!"
His sister stopped ranting and glared at him. "I was just explaining why i couldn't do that."
"Yes yes, for the millionth time. And none of those are valid points" Al shot back,, "let's go tell him right now and then I'll let you run away."
"What?! No way! I can't just go- hey!" Ed squeaked at him as Al spun her around and handcuffed her behind her back.
"What the fuck?! AL?! Why do you even have these? What are you doing!?"
"I borrowed them from Roy, let's go return them."
Ed's brain was simultaneously trying to figure out why Al would need to borrow handcuffs from Mustang and also not wanting to know why Al borrowed Mustang's handcuffs, and let herself be dragged out the door.
They met Mustang in the hallway halfway to his office and both parties stopped short, Mustang trying to assess the situation, Ed trying to see if she could escape, and Al who decided to break the tension by throwing his sister at the General.
"Here's your handcuffs back, thanks for the lend, turned out it's not Winry's style."
Mustang caught Ed easily before any broken bones occurred but still couldn't figure out what the younger boy was up to. He raised an eyebrow.
Al looked directly at his sister but spoke to Roy, "If you ask her nicely, I'm sure my sister Edaline will tell you all you'd like to know."
Al turned around and marched back to the dorm room to the sound of Ed's panicked shrieks for help. What a drama queen, he didn't even smell smoke yet.